I was like you.
Now I am nothing.
Except, the flickering light.
The shadow across the wall.
The hand under the bed waiting for you.
The reflection that doesn’t seem quite right.
That shape that stands at the edge of darkness when you wake at 3.12 am.
The banging from the upstairs room.
The smiling man at the window that waits behind the curtain.
If you sleep, the silver knives will come out. Because I have to investigate your insides.
I don’t care about you- I will have your fucking heart.
-hidden in the hotel bible.